Behind a bench, on the empty side of the park, you see some letters upended.
Maybe they fell off a sign. Maybe they were part of an art installation. They’re very three-dimensional and very white on the green grass.
But that’s the problem with metaphors – they’re always ultimately reading practice.
Kerry works in adult education in Santa Fe, New Mexico. He thinks that most people have really great stories to share, except boring people, and that learning to tell stories empowers people to learn to learn from them.
Stories written backwards really are nonsense. Unpublishable as discarded tales collecting dust. Misunderstood. Why are words tricky? How one shows irony of knowing without knowledge.
Knowledge, without knowing of irony, shows one how tricky words are. Why? Misunderstood, dust collecting tales discarded as unpublishable nonsense, are really backwards written stories.
Pontius Paiva is a lover of palindromes who refuses to kayak. Read more at pontiuspaiva.comhttp://pontiuspaiva.com
We swim in a sea of words. That’s what language is. We swim at the surface, and in the depths. Ocean bed and water’s surface constrain us. But there are no islands: we must swim somewhere, always. It’s a wonder we don’t drown.
Still, not a bad way to go…
Peter Li-ping knows a lot of words but not always what to do with them.
Groog no longer looked at Nugnug the way he used to. Now he watched Lala, who wore short loincloths.
“Nogh Lala!” Nugnug said, feeling frustrated and neglected. Groog ignored her.
“Groog!” She punched him in the arm, but he didn’t even flinch.
We need to talk, she thought.
Alisia sometimes likes to write things and posts them at eurasianflavour.wordpress.com or on twitter.
He smirked. “Well the principle don’t rule us here!”
“You said you wouldn’t do it outta principle. I was making a joke.”
“Those words are spelled differently. The principal is your pal.”
“Mr. Jansen ain’t my pal.”
“No, it’s a mnemonic device, for remembering the spell–”
“Just smoke it!!!”
Caroline Shapiro is a writer and aspiring zookeeper living in Tucson, Arizona.
There is great power in a word. Your task, apprentice, is to unlock it.
Begin by deeply internalizing its meaning. Then divide its syllables, and unravel them. Only when you have delved to the core of every phoneme will you be prepared to bend the word’s power to your will.
This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “in a word.”
“Hallo. Leuk om hier te zijn! Ik ben klaar voor de hemel!” said the recently deceased Priest.
St. Peter was taken aback by the confidence and knowledge of the Priest.
“How did you know we spoke Dutch in Heaven?” he exclaimed.
“Because there was certainly no Earthly need for it!”
Gavin is a full time student who writes fiction in his free time. One day he hopes to write full time as he fears real work.
“My life is so mundane,” she complained.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “Maybe you need to spice things up a bit.”
“Yeah! I’m just missing that little ‘je ne sais caliente’!”
“A little ‘I don’t know hot’?”
“Yeah! Like a European boyfriend!”
“That almost makes sense,” he said. “But not quite.”